Cho Valentine is my name, I am an odd High school student at an International school in Seoul, South Korea.

I have perfect attendance, and great grades but what I don’t have is family or friends.

I’ll explain that later throughout the story so don’t get too worked up about me.

    I am not one of those people who are quiet and never speak, I do speak when I feel like I need to share something important and all that but overall speaking isn’t something I love to do in public.

    You see I have a habit of speaking to myself when I’m alone, I guess it’s because I never have someone to talk to…

But I’m used to it. It’s always been like that since ‘that’ day.

    I grab my bag and open the door.

I turn around and say “I’m off to school” then shut the door and make my way to school.

Of course I didn’t get a reply.

I made it to school pretty quick and walk in the building.

“Look there's sicko”

“OMG I think she's gottent uglier…”

“What a sick looking person.”

“Maybe she’ll die…”

“I hope so”

I look down as I hear those comments, I delt with it everyday, of my life since middle school.

I keep walking as if I can’t hear what everyone is saying.

Ignore them. I repeat to myself.

I look up once I make it to the classroom.

Ready. Enter.

I walked in and sat at the back like usual.

As I sit I see a boy at the window.

Huh? I’ve never seen him before...Is he new?

I kept looking at him not noticing he was staring back.

Once my eyes met his I felt my heart speed up and I quickly look away.

Oh how embarrassing!

    I hit my head on my desk and I can tell every heard and is probably staring but I could care less.

    “Hey you okay?” I heard a voice asked.

I look up slowly and slightly gasped, it’s the guy from the window.

“Huh..Yes.” I say quietly.

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